"And this is the story of Meekulbrau, and what you're drinking""I understand"

*enclosed in the vast geode and lulled by the crystal sound resonance, one of the two men simply opens a book, reads some notes, and keeps speaking to the other*

"What are you planning to do with this 'Guide to Non-Poisonous Drinks of the Southern-East Core', now, Ernst?""Planning other parts and heading north, I came from Skald here to find some motivation, but as you see. We have had four Meistersingers in a few year""And?""Too many Meistersingers and less women for me!""And?""I need to enrich my mind, to learn, to study!""And? Do you need a more comfy chair?"

*pause, music still resonating around them, some story dealing with a Wolf trying to enter the house of a Boar*

"What is that story about? I fail still to understand this language""It is about the good choice of having a steady home""I have Ezra""So you have""We have titles named after buildings of a Keep""You are more the type of the Engineer, Rui""Yet I am a Mist researcher""I like Ezra. She has black hair and bright eyes, almost Kartak..."

*an elfwoman approaches, she greets them both, then she focuses on one of them, putting a long-nailed-finger-hand on the table. She seems frenzied and distracted, she keeps fidgeting on the table*

"Gundarakite music""You sure, Ernst?""O""What is it about?""Rebellion, On your feet, Gundars, dawn calls!The time is here, now or never!Shall we stay slaves or be free?This is the question, answer me!By the DawnWe vow,We vow, that we won't be slavesAny longer!"

*pause, again, Manuel Rui focuses on his inward again, Mists arise, they are both wrapped in it. Two years later Duke Gundar will be killed*

Krezk, Barovia. Year 734, weeks later.

"Brandy""Tsuika""Plum brandy""Oui, still named tsuika non?""Still brandy, what is in a name?""This is named tsuika, you told me!""O but this is import brandy""How can you be sure?""It is Borcan"

"So there is G'Henna, past those peeks""Oui, I know""O""What?""Nothing""Did you like there?""Ne sure""No drinks?""They were welcoming""You non replied""O, I know""Women?""Too skinny there""You didn't like then""O"

Blaustein, Year 760.

"Had we really to stop here from Mordentshire?""O""Why? I need even a disguise...""I like you in red""My colour is green""Like jealousy""What?""Melanie, you like her""Non, I'm an Inquisitor, non time f....""YOU LIKE HER!"*silence*"She's Legion""O, right, she's Legion, you know the Mora of the fox and the grapes?""Oui""There you go""She's still Legion, can be saved though...""HA!""Ernst, it doesn't mean that""You better!""Why are we here?""Grog""Tres bien"

"Oops"*curses, one time Ezra is mentioned*"I owe you a good wine"*more curses, Ezra and Yakov Dilisnya are mentioned more times in awkward circumstances*"O, come on, tomorrow we're headed to Martira Bay"*more curses, the whole pantheon of Saints of the Church of Ezra finds a place in the list at least once*"Maybe you will find a pretty Overseer priestess there..."

*Some weeks later the Grim Harvest was coming to conclusion*

A wood, Verbrek. Year 735.

*howls*

"Rui?"Oui?""This is ne Pont-ŕ-Museau""I know""O"

*howls*

"Ernst, non touch me with your hairy hand""It's ne me"

*growl*

"You sure?""O"

*snap to a hand, fail!, shout, fight, fleeing, run run run, wolf, two wolves, three wolves, two legged all, they chase*

"I like Lady Jackie R""I'm sure you do, Ernst""When are we swearing loyalty to her?""Non sure we must, you want?""Why? O!""You're non Richemuloise, je ne pas think you need to""Ah""I like her sister Louise""Legion?""Non, don't think so""Can you marry?""Oui, just within the Faith""Own sect?""Non, any""I may ponder about a Fifth then!"

A big square, a big statue, a big Cathedral, two people among many, speaking.

"Congratulations, Warden!""Merci, Ernst. Ezra bless upon you""Feeling better?""Oui, just thinking about the Grand Scheme and all""What about it?""Nothing. Finding my Role and all""Why?""Deciding the path of the wandering Anchorite or a Toret back home""Wandering""Why?"

*prolonged silence*

"I need you for my travels""I have no duties towards you, you are not a layman""You break my heart""Sarlota did too""Two Wardens breaking my heart then! O! Let it be!"

*prolonged silence again*

"To Caina?""O"

East Riding, Ghastria. Year 760.

In a pub.

"Rui?""Oui?""Do you like this chicken?""Oui, it's fine"

*silence, munching*

"Rui?""Oui?""Do you like this cheese?""Oui, it's fine"

*munching, silence*

"What about this wine?""Tres delicious""O"

*silence, munching*

"Strawberries?""Oui, merci""Any good?""Oui, delicious"

*silence*

"Rui do you still have a bloody tongue?""Oui, why?""Food is tasteless here""Must be all the Inquisitions I have enveloped"

*a blonde man, with purple eyes, in elegant clothes, filling documents and speaking to himself, he adds some names to a list*

Ernst Cornell, born in 714 in Skald. Status: unmarried (see below).

Year 731 married to Vivienne from Har-Thelen, Sithicus. Daughters Reesa (b.731), Mabel (b.732). Divorced in 732 in Skald. Granted provisons to family as refund. Year 735 married to Chantal le Morge from Port-ŕ-Museau, Richemulot. Son Ernst Jr. (b. 736), daughter Claudette (b.739). Divorced in 739 in Skald. Granted provisons to family as refund. Year 740 married to Aorwin De'xthars (a.k.a. Holly Seinter), origin unknown. No children. Divorced in 740 in Skald. Granted provison to family as refund. Year 750 married to Ilona Ciurlueanu from Zeindenburg, Barovia. Daughter Cordelia (b.751), son Ernestu (b 752). Divorced in 753 in Skald. Granted provison to family as refund. Year 755 married to Anaďs Jalabert from Chateaufaux, Dementlieu. No children. Divorced in 760 in Skald. No provison demanded. Year 756 married to Molly ApRose from Village Forfarmax, Hazlan. Sons Patrick (b.757), William (b.758), daughter Keara (b.759). Divorced in 760 in Skald. Granted provison to family as refund.

*the man scribbles something down*

Year 766...... Deceased in Village Forfarmax...

Zeidenburg, Barovia. Year 750.

In a pub.

"Mamliga""Oui, pictoresque taste""This is the difference, dressing or rough...""I'd rather have dressing""I like naked lunch""Oui you like everything naked"

"I think I like her""So do I""We need to challenge in a duel then?""Oui, maybe""Ne you cannot be serious!""Oui, maybe"

*silence*

"At least this time you ne went with the 'She's Legion, Ernst" as usual""She may well become after meeting you""That was ne kind""Oui, was not"

*silence*

"She is ne baptized""Oui she is""Ne""Oui"

*silence*

"Oh come on please, this time I will make it last!""Oui, I'm tres positive on your intentions""You sure?""Non"

*silence, again*

"I am needed in Mordentshire soon, a new Bastion is going to be elected""Fun times!""Do you still remember Sarlota?""O""She'll be there""Fun times!""When I go back I wish to find you still "just" divorced""O! Promise..."

*silence*

Some months later Sarlota Otrava was elected as Bastion of Mordent and Ernst married again with a Dementlieuse noblewoman.

Careless son, and not proving gratitude,Or shame, or guilt, cold last kiss of death.Nothing can change the barren solitude,Cannot change fears and memoriesOf this lonely child, wrapped in a breath:Rearviewing, the surviving attitude,Denial, neglection, and a love which dies.

E.C.

Skald, Kartakass. Year 733.

"They were ne my daughters""It was a strange circumstance, oui""O, but ne want to know more about them now""Oui, but you should at least help them""Why?""Are you leaving two girls to Vivienne to grow with no help?""O, that is my plan""You're a bad person then"

*silence*

"I will""Changed mind?""O, you're right"

*silence*

"What if I cannot have children?""You should just try ag.... er... nevermind""I SHALL!"

*silence*

Vivienne died many years later, in 766, in Concord, Kartakass. Some days before also her daughters, Reesa and Mabel, died, in Port-ŕ-Lucine, Dementlieu.

"Do you think it's bad form if I call him, if male, Ernst Junior?""You already have one named that, Ernst""It may be a she again""Oui, but re-consider the name""Ernestu!""Lot of imagination, haven't you?""O!""Children are non pets...""I know they are not, pets are eas..."

*a punch, silence*

"That hurt...""I know, but sometimes it seems you understand only violence""Ne, I'm a peaceful person, peace and love for everyone!"

*steps coming closer*

"Oh, salut Ilona!""What were you saying, my dear Ernst?""Nothing!""And what have you done to your eye?""Nothing!""Cordelia wants to be with her dad...""I will go ACUM!""Bine"

*steps going far*

"You know he will go away soon?""Nu be catastrophic, you Dilisnya poisoner""He simply will...""If he does, I will kill him"

*silence, some children laughter coming from upstairs*

"He is nu bad domn, he's just easily distracted""He is non bad person, most of his time""Why you are his friend?""He needs to be saved""I will nu convert to your faith, Manuel""I will not force this""He thinks everyone in this land is a vrolock""Nu every unu, but I've heard many rumours""I will help to have your children and yourself protected""Ernst will look after us"

"Chantal is pregnant again""This is wonderful news, Ernst!""O""How will you call the child?""Claude or Claudette, for Chantal's father's sake""You were disrepectful at calling your first child like yourself""I will pay back with this, O?""You non seem happy""It's just... I ne know""Junior is almost your clone""O""What's the matter then?""Bored""You teach Kartakan language and literature a l'Académie de Richemulot!""And?""C'est a good result, you're still so young""O O, I liked when I was a private tutor...""It's how you met Chantal""I could met -another- Chantal!""Ernst..."

*silence*

"I heard of at least four different heresies here""Oui, Sentire Douzains is tres worried""O, what was that one of Ezra mortal?""There are two of those""O?""Oui, la Balise and the Echansons""They say they hide in the House of Sages""Oui, too hard going there for me""I may go""You would never do this, I know you""If you arrange me a dinner with the Sent..."

"I will buy you a big clock""Non need big clock, I need a pocket watch""Whatever, you cannot measure time""You can""You cannot""How long have we been here?""A day""I feel it like a month""That is subjective""As time""Ernst you're speaking nonsense""Your fault""Moi?""O""You are drunk""O, wine is strong, that person seemed Holly""Every elf seems Holly to you""Ah, kelos..."

*silence*

Tic tac tic tac tic tac

"Here you go""Merci, I had already spotted it""Do you love me?""You are a soul to be saved, sooner or later""Later O?"

"I think we better go now""Where, Ernst?""We... just go?""Have hurry?""O""Why?""Er... just left Ilona"

*silence, noise of footsteps on a paved way*

"Where then?""Away""Are you scared?""O""Why? She is a good woman""O""So?""Feeling bad...""Was about time, Ernst""I think she poisoned me""Oui? She's non Borcan""Barovians are just stupid Borcans""C'est what you think""O"

*silence, broken again just by the footsteps*

"I must say she once said she would have killed you if you had left her""I know, she renewed the promise...""Non worry, c'est things one says when angered""Ne ne, I've just bad feelings about it"

"This essay has not the assumption nor the wish to be the complete and exhaustive guide to the drinks of the Southern Core. It is a manual, a guide, a sentimental journey through the tastes, the individual emotions a good brew can produce in the curious explorer.

My own travel and that of this writing starts in Kartakass, the land of irrational art and of wolves. In this land of the central side of the Southern Core, the meals are abundant in everybody's home because of a really fertile soil; and many types of wine and ale match the meals, though their taste is pretty bland. Occasionally also a hard apple cider can be served, to exalt the flavour of venison. For special occasions, but also for those who are not afraid to try new tastes, the typical Kartakan brew is Meekulbrau. Typical, yet rare. It is made out of berries named meekulbern which have an unpredictable habitat, their bushes can grow in a specific spot, flourishing proudly, while some few paces away it simply refuses to settle. Kartakan legends state this plant can grow only where a narrulve, a wolfwere, has killed a victim. To add some mystery and an aura of legend to Meekulbrau is must be said that it stains the lips, teeth and tongue for a long while after been drunk with a crimson shade, as if really one had just tastes some blood. The truth is this drink is powerful and relaxing, and excellent for a good voice. Its taste is bitter and can be disliked at the first sip. It is indeed a taste which needs to be acquired. Few women can resist a song of a performer who has just drunk a good chalice of Meekulbrau.

At the east of Kartakass lays the land of the Red Wizards and the Lawgiver, the bald and tattooed worshippers of the arcane and slavers; and on the other side the rest of the exploited population. The arts find some place in Hazlan, especially the performing arts, but also some substance to guide the traveller to the real enjoyment of life. Of course also the diet is divided rigidly according to the castes. If you are dining with the Rashemani you will be offered teas and goat milk, which are not drinks interesting enough for this essay. They can offer, nevertheless, also a brew named Boza, made of fermented wheat berries. I would not call it a proper delicacy, but something worth to be tasted at least once. At rich Mulani tables, on the other hand, the traveller can find easily any other brew of the Core, which makes this land pretty unoriginal for the curious traveller. Luckily enough, if one feels brave, there is the possibility to travel north towards Village Forfarmax, inhabited mostly by Forfarians who have a little to share with Hazlani population. Their diet tends to be very rich in flavour, and generally heavy, like sausages and pork, and so are their accompanying drinks. There you can taste the heavy cider and something named Fo Mhsig, a very strong distillate of malt. A good way to leave Hazlan with some bare good memory.

Keeping the path eastwards, entering the grasslands, and the other land ruled by the followers of the Lawgiver, and if you are there to taste some original drink, then forget it. People tend to consume a lot of alcoholic drinks all the time, not aiming at a real enjoyment of its own pleasure: in fact I daresay the use of spirits in Nova Vaasa is a real desire to dumb senses. A pretty high rate of criminality may be also the result of this. Not a place to go, unless you want to have just the ordinary and quietly moving to some nobles who, as anywhere else, have always the most expensive brews to offer, though expensive does not really always mean of good quality."

"From Kartakass, going again westwards, the first option is the thick forests of Sithicus. Never expect a Sithican inviting you for a drink, these folks being not very welcoming in general. A sense of desperation and gloom can welcome you, on the other hand, and the curious traveller will need even more to find the warm shelter of some good drink. Many of the Sithican products are actually what you could define as exotic, but what interests our voyage is what the elves living in Hroth have been able to invent and then produce. The Tears of Lethe is probably the most peculiar wine, and even the most exported product of this land. It meets very well with any food, though it is preferable matching it with bloody meat and venison. It is heavy and highly alcoholic, and one of its effects is enhancing sadness and making the drinker more eager to tell his or her story: I think the fact I tend to speak the truth all the time, even the things I would not like to confess, is linked to my juvenile abuse of this wine. But this is a digression. The tears should not be abused of, and the best way is to drink this wine matching it with desserts.

Travelling further northbound, the curious traveller can enter Invidia. This is the land where people are the most passionate, where you can enter easily a fight just for a wrong placed glance. Nevertheless, passion is something Invidians are able also to transmit to what they produce. Despite the commoners enjoy even imported drinks like tsuika, the variety of vines and grapes of this land is huge, and the subsequent wine products are similarly various in shape, thickness, colour, and of course taste. The pale white wine variety matches light meat like chicken or fish stews, while the dark bloody red meet in the tongue with tasty steaks or the local spicy sausages, or even some desserts. Some producers have developed also different techniques as that of the vintage, which is having the wine laying and resting for several years in barrels made of different kinds of wood. Only the real good and prestige wines manage to undergo the vintage process, the others may well just spoil in time. Probably the most known exported vintage from Invidia is the Malaturno, whose ageing can reach even a hundred years.

Before keeping on to the north, where this sentimental journey will have a break, I need to mention some of the drinks of the two most scaring lands of the Southern Core, at least in my own personal vision. I happened more than once in Verbrek, most often out of mistake, for some wrong path taken in woods, or because of the cheating mists. Calling its inhabitants backwards is complimenting them, just euphemism. The overall traditions of Verbrek are even very interesting and they have many points to share with us Kartakans, yet the lifestyle is too simple, as it can be noticed by the consume of any food with a little dressing, almost bare, almost uncooked at all. This is a shame, because Verbrek produces maybe the best golden lager beer of the Core, which carries a distinct bitterness of hops and at the same time the subtle flavour of the wildflowers. Admittedly this is one of the few reasons why I have ever tried willingly to enter the land of Verbrekers.

The boundary land to Verbrek, Valachan, while it offers a wide variety of good food, has just one alcoholic drink worth of this name, the dark stout of Rotwald, which is, nevertheless, nothing better than most dwarves in other realms can produce. Other special drinks of the land are herbal teas and drikke, the horrid milk mixed with goat and sheep's blood, which is supposedly a healing against the White Fever. White Fever and lack of alcoholic delicatessen are reason enough to avoid this land in the future.

And finally Barovia, the land of the noble vampires. Actually my prolonged and recurrent stay in this land has proved me commoners, despite as welcoming as Sithicans, are not all drinker of blood, most Barovians actually enjoy good spirits. Despite the rainy weather is enemy of good vineyards, Barovians are stubborn enough to produce their own bland wine rather than importing the excellent varieties from Invidia. Bland wine which meets necessarily bland meals too, though I am personally partial to mamliga. Nevertheless Tsuika is a typical product worth of more than a note, which is exported in many lands of the Core. It is a distillate of plums, a brandy, rich in flavour and taste which supposedly should be drunk away from main meals, at the end or at the beginning of them. This use is gradually disappearing and more and more are the Barovians who prefer drinking tsuika while eating rather than the poor local wine. Almost any town has its own distillery, and some of them add some special and secret ingredient or some part of the preparation which differs lightly. The Romulich distillery of Vallaki, for instance, has developed a process to have a vintage variety of tsuika, which is pretty expensive but can reward enough the mouth and tongue of the curious traveller.

The distant cousins of Barovians, the Borcans, are more eager to the pleasures of a good drink. Alas, stereotypes seldom are fully wrong and since this guide is about non-poisonous drinks of the Southern Core, admittedly the gourmet traveller is cornered in Borca. As in other lands the rich and noble people can offer wide varieties of imported wine or other drinks, such as coffee, and occasionally some wines produced in their own estates. The real speciality of Borca is the apricoat brandy, somehow a variety of the nearby tsuika, but something which has never earned a proper name, also because each noble prefers calling it with his or her own family name: and nobles come and go too often in Borca. Andaas Brimbubbly is one of the few exceptions: despite being infamous for a story of unsurprisingly related to poisoning, this sparkling white wine is still a widely exported delicatessen. Drinking from someone else's flask is a sign of trust among Borcans, but I would suggest being untrusted and alive. Were I to write a guide to poisonous drinks, dear reader, be sure Borca will have a wider room.

One of the best places in the Souther Core where the mouth and the tongue of the curious traveller can find shelter is for sure Richemulot. Despite sometimes the Richemuloise prefer trading to the pleasures of the table, this nation has developed a wide variety of foods and drinks almost to match the more reknown cousin land of Dementlieu. The red and the white wines are of a good variety, such as the Invidians, and almost any rich person produces its own in his or her land. The same varieties are the main enemy against an actual chance to have these wines widespread. The differences are many and you could really have difficulties at recognizing that the same wine comes from the same vineyard and the same producer. What is, at any rate, highly recognizable in all Richemulot is Pastis, a cordial made out of Richemuloise herbs, whose main ingredient is anise, which also gives the distinctive taste. It is used mostly at the end of a meal, especially of large meals, because it is traditional belief that it helps with digestion. Richemuloise are fond of pastis and every family from the richest to the poorest has always a bottle of it ready at home, to welcome friends and occasional guests.

And here this journey ends, for now, ready to ride sooner or later in the Northern lands of the Core, Dementlieu being the first stop, and hopefully not the last.

"He's a nice baby""Giomorgo""Of course, he has purple eyes""He will not be one of us""Maybe I can help him to be one of us""Koorah"

*the baby stops crying, as he is fed*

"What about you?""Karash awaits me, and awaits him""Just because you were with a giorgio?""You ask too much""I am not""All the paths will converge, Ruud""I don't understand""Endari-vitir""You are not cursing him, are you?"

*silence, the baby keeps feeding, then it is passed from mother to father*

"Lunadi, Ruud, we shall not meet again""You didn't say how you wish him to be called""The north is to south what the clock is to time, there's east and there's west and there's everywhere life"

*silence, the Vistana moves away swiftly*

"East and west... Ernst..."

Helbenik, Valachan. Year 738.

"Why are we here, Ernst?""Promised something to Chantal""What?""Some flowers""Ah, romantique""O""And what else?""New drinks, this is good""This place if full of Legions""Legions make good drinks""Rubbish, let me taste that one""Drikke, O"

"I'm sending Claudette""She is the skimming of the personalities of you and Chantal""She's a good girl""She may give you a nephew or a niece soon""Never!""It shall happen""O O O. Chantal bought her a ship""Has she decided the name yet?""Ne, I shall give the same name to my next son or daughter"

*awkward silence*

Nosos. Year 750.

"This place smells""Stop whining, Rui""This place is foul""Rui...""Je suis sure c'est full of Legions""I like their masks""There would be non better way to hide features""Look at the legs of that woman""C'est a man, Ernst""Oops"

*sneeze*

"Ezra bless you""Thanks"

*sneeze, cough*

"Feeling ill, Ernst?""A bit"

*cough, sneeze*

"Ernst?""I think someone touched me while I was dancing""Your eyes are reddish""How did we end here?""The Mists sometimes are not that easy to travel, you should know""It seemed Pont au Museau""It seemed""Your Mists are fallible!""Non say that""I shall replace you with some Vistana fellow sooner or later"

"So c'est true""O""I non wanted to see this or to know it""You asked, giorgio""O, you asked, Rui""It was rhetoric, Ernst""Ah""This is possible not necessarily what shall happen, giorgio""See? She is always like this!""What, Ernst?""I ne like this meat, is it rat? 'This is possible'""Shut your mouth up, Ernst!"

*far howls in the distance, a desert land, two people walking and speaking*

-Rui?-Oui, Ernst?-Are you sure this is Darkon still?-Martira Bay should be by the sea-Everytime we try to go there...-Shut up, Ernst

*some other howls*

-This method of travelling is becoming ne reliable-Do you prefer Vistani?-Maybe-I wonder why I still travel with y... people coming, in the bush!

*after a long while, a little army moving led by a female knight, they move away*

-I liked her-Ernst do you remember that time in Tepest?-O-So?-Just run?

***

Immol, Barovia. Year 767.

*two people wearing tartan kilts, moving *

-Think what they did to poor little Pat-I know, Ernst, c'est terrible-What are we here for, Rui?-Finding clues, if you are still interested-Ne sure-The ghosts will keep coming around you-O-And they might stop being peaceful-O

*silence*

-I know Burgomaster Teodorus-The one in the Scarlet Cross?-The very one. He knows a lot of local history-And about Thaani and Forfarians too?-We may ask, but you really had to use that green tartan?-Don't ask, Ernst-Aaaand for once we didn't get lost, because of Vistani. HA!-Shut up...-I've tsuika for you, Rui-Well, merci, Ernst-It's Forfarian!

*a blond bearded man with purple eyes is busy with a quill and a paper, he rubs his nose, then, almost out of a powerful and sudden inspiration, he writes:*

We have travelled with all our minds,Through the Core and some of its lands,Knowledge is something which binds,Though history is written on the sands.Dear friends and relatives we have lost,Their seats by now covered in dust,The closing departure as the living cost,We yearn to shine, but we finally rust.A bank of mist and a legendary tale,A forgotten people, or a drained stream,A bouquet of seeds and a merchant's scale,Rumours, fears, feeshkas, or a real dream.We record everything and we resume,We make history, by what we assume.

-Ernst this is folly-Rui, keep walking please...-What we know of this land is disturbing...-Quiet and walk!-I cannot believe I followed you for this wine and wheat beer-I need to know how they're called-You stole them, if you just minded to ask...-I... er... just borrowed!

*sudden silence*

-This is disturbing...-Rui, can you ask for some help from your Guardian, pretty please?-What are those beast statues?-Zakhata-We need to investigate

*pointing at his back, red-robeded priests preapring to battle*

-We need to run...

***

Port-ŕ-Lucine, Dementlieu. Year 769.

*A cat meows and purrs. Shuffling of papers, a sealed envelop is opened, someone reads aloud the containt of a letter*

"Papŕ, I think I got lost. If this letter has reached you maybe no all hope is lost. My ship is stuck, no moon and no tides to help us. Two lands are close, wild and savage, and very green. My companions are dying one by one, and I'm considering to escape from them because I'm aware they are blaming me for this. Ask for help to uncle Rui, or mamŕ, or whoever, Camille included.

-Hey I thought you were braver!-Take me back, Ernst!-We must go back, we have awaken them and now they are angry, she says...-Who?-Camille, she's her... was here? Oh look at those statues... mmm where is Camille?

-We're being followed.-You people of Ezra are very paranoid, you know.-There is a house there, maybe we could ask for hospitality.-To Borcans?!?-Oui, the nuit is after us, and it will rain soon...-Ne ne, it will ne rain.

*a thunder some yards from them*

-Let's go, maybe who is stalking us won't follow.-O O, ne one is following...